I DO NOT own Teen Wolf and it's characters. i do, however, own David, his pack, and Katerina. This is my first fan fiction and i'd appreciate feedback. I found it hard to stay true to the characters from the show. So i write them being a little off, by all means tell me.

Thank you and enjoy. :)

Teen Wolf: Revenge

Chapter 1

The alarm went off, waking up David. Though, he wasn't really asleep. He had tossed and turned all night. Today was his first day at a new school. He was excited to start, but not for the reasons a normal sixteen year old would have. Then again, he wasn't a normal teenager. He was far from it.

His aunt knocked on the door. "David. It's time for you to get up." She heard the alarm that David failed to dismiss.

He pushed the "off" button and sat up on the bed he crashed in late last night. He returned to Beacon Hills to live with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. He became too much of a problem in his last school that the only solution his parents had were to send him away.

He stretched and yawned before he rose from the bed and walked over to his suitcases that were still filled. He opened it and pulled out some pants and a green and white striped long sleeve shirt. "This will do, I suppose."

The full length mirror in front of him caught his attention. He gazed at his muscular body. He smiled, flexing his arms. He wasn't bulky and he was okay with that. Satisfied with his definition, he returned to getting dress.

He scratched his head and then, caressed his short black hair. He knew he wasn't the greatest looking guy, but he had a talent he knew how to use very well. A way with connecting with others.

"David, are you ready?" His cousin Katerina asked from the other side of the door. He winked at his reflection before he grabbed the notebook she had left for him on the nightstand.

He opened the door. She wasn't behind it. He peered into the hallway, looking to the left. All he saw was her brunette hair move through the air as she took a sharp turn. "Vamos," (lets go) she said.

She was the same age as him. She had a good head on her shoulders and she didn't take crap from no one.

He quickly made his way downstairs. She was leaning against the open door, tapping her finger on the door, impatiently wanting. Her hair was perfectly straight, falling down on her shoulders. "You know if you want a ride from my friends, you're going to need to be ready on time." She rolled her eyes and walked outside.

"Bye!" I said loudly as I closed the door behind me.

In front of the house, on the street, a white four door car was waiting for him. Katerina was in the front passenger seat. She waved him over, rolling her eyes again. She had someone to see before school started and he was wasting time.

He jogged to the car and got in the back behind Katerina. After a quick introduction with her friend, he toned them out as they talk about the party they'd gone to Saturday night.

Upon arriving at Beacon Hills High, Katerina turned her head and looked at David. "Remember to play nice and make friends."

"Yeah, yeah, sure," he said as he exited the car. He walked away, heading towards the main entrance of the school. He thought about what his cousin said. Play nice and make friends. It wasn't hard for him to do either; he just didn't want to.

As he made his way through the halls, he felt a strange vibe like he was being watched. His eyes glanced over his shoulder and saw a copper toned guy with dark hair and his almost pale friend staring at him. They studied his every move until he was out of their sight.

David knew they were talking about him, but they weren't his objective. The girl was.

After he went to the main office and picked up his schedule. The receptionist volunteered a petite strawberry blonde girl-who appeared to be ordinary-to show David around the school. Reluctantly, she agreed and walked him to his locker first.

She didn't speak to him. So he spoke first, "hello, my name is David." He pushed out his charm, sounding adorably sweet.

She stopped and looked at him, thinking he had to be joking. "Lydia Martin," she said, ending the chat there. "This is your locker." She pointed at gray locker, numbered 2148.

She examined him. "It's obvious this locker will be rendered useless." She commented on the fact that he only had a notebook with him.

"It's my first day. Cut me some slack." His voice came off a little rough. She just stared at him for second. He wasn't sure if he got her off guard or if she was judging him silently.

She was judging him.

She made a grunt noise and turned around. "Follow me," she said.

He shook his head and thought, this will be fun.

At lunch, Scott and Stiles sat together. Scott quickly found himself gazing across the lunch room to a pair of brown eyes. The girl of his dreams. She sat alone today. He wanted to go up to her, talk to her. He yearned to kiss her and comfort her in her time of need.

They shared at moment in the warehouse when they thought Jackson was dead, but it was just a moment. Scott wouldn't accept that, that was the only moment they'd share, but he understood, no matter how much it pained him; he was going to keep his distance.

"Scott, are you listening to me?" Stiles said as he smacked Scott on the side of his head.

"What was that for?" He asked looking at his best friend, confused.

Stiles ignored his question. "So Erica and Boyd have been missing for a week." He noticed Scott was still deep in his thoughts. He peered over his shoulders, knowing exactly who he'd see. Allison. "Distractions," he said to himself, tapping the table, trying to think of one. Food. He thought. "I'll be right back." Scott ignored him.

Stiles left Scott alone, but for only second.

Isaac sat down next to him. "What's up?" He said as he playfully bumped his shoulder into Scott's.

"Not much," Scott responded. He stared down at his food. Isaac was with Derek's pack, but he still saw Isaac as an ally.

Stiles returned to the table. He slowly sat down as he stared at Isaac. "Scott, I got you some fries." He slowly pushed the paper bowl of fries towards Scott. He felt threatened by Isaac's and Scott's friendship and he wore on him like a goofy Christmas sweater.

"So Isaac," Stiles said, sounding territorial. "Have you heard from Erica and Boyd?"

"No," Isaac answered quickly. The next part he whispered, "speaking of werewolves." He looked around to make sure no one was listening. "I picked up on a strange scent this morning."

Scott snapped out of his obsession. "I smelt it early too. I think."

Stiles interrupted, "we think it's the new guy." He wanted to let Isaac know that Scott and he were a team.

At that moment, Lydia surprised Stiles, causing him to jump when she sat next to him. He blushed and became unease. Jackson sat on the other side of him. "I smelt it too," Jackson said.

All the werewolves smelt the strange scent. To them, it was slightly like that of a werewolf, but there was extra variable that threw the scent off for them. They all agreed on figuring who it was.

Lydia turned to Stiles with that same gorgeous smile he fell in love with and said, "the new kid is David Rodriguez."

"How do you know? Did you talk to him? Did he seem off? Why did he move here? Did he come alone?" Stiles went overboard with the questions that formulated in his mind.

"Could you keep your ADD in control?" Jackson asked, shaking his head.

Lydia looked at Allison. "Should we tell her?" Everyone's, except for Scott's, eyes found their way to Allison.

"No," Scott said. He picked up a couple of fries and ate them. He knew she didn't want to a thing to do with the supernatural. Not now, probably not ever. "She'll want to be left out of this."

"I think we should at least tell her. She," Stiles said.

"NO!" Scott shouted as he rose from his seat. Everyone jumped in their seats. Even the rest of the student body in the cafeteria. Frustrated with his friends, he stormed out of the cafeteria with everyone's eyes trailing after him.

"What's his problem?" Jackson asked, judging him.

Stiles eyed him. "We saved your life. You could be a little more empathic." He got up and grabbed his book bag. He walked towards the exit. As he rounded a table, he tripped on a chair leg. He hit the floor, sliding a little.

Everyone that saw laughed at him. Lydia walked over to his side. "Are you alright?" He was stunned that she touched him.

"I'm…I'm fine." He got up and ran after Scott.

David skipped lunch. He wasn't really hungry. His mind was too focused on his mission. He made his way to the lacrosse field and sat on the bleachers. It was nice and quiet out here. No rambling coming from the "populars" as he called them.

In his second hour history class, he saw the girl Allison. He was surprised to see her in such a vulnerable state. He heard nothing, but great things about her. To see her like that, it left him disappointed to the point that he didn't even approach her like he had originally planned.

He laid down flat on his back and stared up at the sky. Or maybe she was that good, that she was playing a game. Just like all the other hunters he had come across. Then he decided that the next couple weeks, he would keep a low profile and obverse from a far.

A familiar scent crossed him. Instantly, he sat up and looked around. He looked at his watch. He had about ten minutes to chat and head back inside for his next class.

He walked into the trees behind the bleachers. He stopped at the spot where the scent smelled the strongest. He waited for a few minutes for them to come out. They didn't. "I don't have a lot of time," he said.

A tall, thin, yet muscular guy stepped out from behind a tree. Roger, his friend. "Why so aggravated?" Roger asked with a smile on his face. His cocky view on things was the reason David came to Beacon Hills instead of him.

"What are you doing here?" David asked, irritated to see his friend here when it was a solo mission.

"Charles picked you to do it, but he never said we couldn't tag along," Roger said, smiling.

David pushed him back against the tree he stood in front of. "Who else came with you?"

A twig snapped. "Calm down, little boys," Lizzie-a tall brunette latina-said as she walked into the opening. She leaned against the tree David had pushed Roger. "Oh come on, rough him up." She liked it when guys fought each other. It drove her hormones wild.

David pushed Roger deeper into the tree, cracking the bark and then stepped back. Roger wasn't worth the sweat. "I have to go now." He turned around and ran back to the school.

"Call us if you need us," Lizzie yelled out, knowing very well David could hear her.

He shook his head. He didn't want their help. It wasn't the same for him as it was for them. They simply followed the code. A code they and David lived by, but to David, this was more than following a code; it was personal. Unfortunately, in order for him to succeed, he was going to need Lizzie's and Roger's help with the other werewolves in town.

He made it to his geometry class a second before the bell rang. Everyone in the classroom stared at him. He even caught a pair of brown eyes he thought was going to take some time. Allison Argent.

"Ah, Mr. Rodriguez, come, have a seat," the teacher said, extending her hand to the open seat diagonally across from David's target. He swiftly moved through the seats and sat down. The teacher walked over to David and handed him a geometry book. "I'm Mrs. Harper and welcome to geometry." She returned to the front of the classroom and began with her lesson.

David took random notes about shapes. He blended in with the students, so Mrs. Harper wouldn't pick on him while he studied Allison. The way she exhaustingly carried herself, she had no spark. He didn't see why everyone viewed her as a threat. She was like a child, weak and no will.

The class went by quick and David was one of the first to exit the room. He waited outside for Allison to come out and he would set his plan into motion. Right on cue, she came out and David walked into her, knocking over her books and bag. "Damn," she said.

David could hear the agony in her voice. "I'm sorry. I am such a klutz," he said as he helped her pick up her things. Her mind was clouded; she didn't even notice David grab her phone and slipped it into his pocket. Sweet. Now I could have a one on one with her, he thought.

"No. Its fine," she said as David handed her, her notebooks and a pen. She grabbed her things and walked away, heading up some stairs.

David followed her. "Hey, wait!" He shouted behind her as got closer to her on the stairs. "You drop your phone!" She stopped.

She slapped her forward. "I'm an idiot."

David handed her the phone. "I'm David." He smiled at her.

She didn't care for it. "Thanks, but I don't have time right now." She was in a rush. Not to get to her next class, but to get away and suffer silently alone.

David realized his charm wasn't working. Allison turned and continued going up the stairs, but David wasn't going to give up that easily. He followed her, again. When he reached the top, Allison was unconscious in Roger's arms.

"That wasn't so hard," Lizzie said as she caressed Allison's hair. "Time to proceed with the plan." David didn't like that they were interfering with his plan, but thanks to they, he had her in his possession.

They left the school, undetected.

Allison woke up. Her head throbbed. Someone came from behind her and hit her good in the back of the head. It was when she lifted her hand to her forehead that she realized she was chained to something. She sat up and looked around. She was chained to the wall.

A light shined bright in her direction, making it hard for her to see beyond it. Her heart rate jumped a little. She thought it would be months before she was put into a situation like this.

She heard footsteps. "Hello!" She said loudly. She lifted her hand above her eyes, trying to see if she could make out who was approaching her.

David stepped into the light on the left side. Roger and Lizzie stood on the right side. "Where am I?" She asked, sounding utterly terrified.

Lizzie approached her and clawed her left side. Allison screamed at the top of her lungs. The excruciating pain of Lizzie's claws entering her flesh matched the pain in heart. She looked at them, realizing instantly what they were. Werewolves, she thought.

"Leave us," David ordered. Lizzie and Roger didn't move. He growled, installing his order. They back away into the darkness.

"I know what you are," Allison said, trying to sound strong, but she knew that both of them didn't believe it.

David smiled and sat down in front of her. "I, also, happen to know what you are…hunter."

"What are you going to do to me?" She asked.

He reached forward to move her hair back from in front of her face. She quickly moved her head back, afraid he was going to hit her. "I'm not going to hurt you." He looked at her side where Lizzie clawed her. "No more than what was already done."

Allison thought about what her mother would think of her current situation. She would be disappointed in her. She lowered her head. She wanted to make her mother proud.

She saw a small metal rod the size of a pen next to her leg. She had to get without him noticing. She looked up and met his gaze. "What do you want?" She asked, distracting him.

It worked; David was intrigued. "It's quite simple. Your family killed an omega, who happen to be a close friend and now, it's time for revenge." His top lip twitched with fury.

Allison quickly stabbed the small metal rod in David's lower abdomen.

David grunted as he moved slightly back. He looked down at the wound and growled. He pulled the rod out and tossed it aside. Ready to attack her for attacking him, he met her gaze.

It was filled with a fire that made him rethink his next move. There's the fire, he thought. Her instinct to survive changed his angle. She would add an unpredictable variable to his plan. Suddenly, his plan didn't seem as personal as when he first went on this mission.

He approached her at the side and grabbed the chains that were bound around her wrists. She moved back a little, keeping her distance. He yanked the chains, pulling it out from the wall and releasing her.

He hovered over her. "Tell your family, I'm out for blood." He smiled and then stepped back behind the light, disappearing into the darkness.